Tuesday, July 28, 2009

He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

-William Butler Yeats

This has been one of my favorite poems since high school.  It is so simple and sweet, I love it.

1 comment:

tira said...

thank you! i had forgotten that...i haven't thought about poems much since ms. ramsey's class...